I've recently come to realize that navigating through grown-up friendship is no easy task. A couple of girlfriends and I were recently discussing an awkward situation I had been in and, well, being girls we digressed onto the topic of making friends.
Before I continue I have to point out what I love about grown up friends is how age and interest can vary. In the case of these two friends not one of us is the same age, one is in her 30's, me in my 40's and the other, well, she's barely 50-something. We ...
My twenties were not spent changing diapers, shopping for formula or even pushing a stroller. No, quite the opposite. My twenties looked exactly as I had envisioned as a young girl. They were spent completing college, working long hours and building my career. It all seemed perfect.
Children change us.
I'm training for a marathon.
I'm not one to sit quietly when it comes to something I love.
Oh, the joys of parenting and finding our way through traditions and guidelines. I must honestly say, it amazes me (frequently) how often I reflect back on my childhood as a Cliff Notes of sorts to parenting.
Today finalizes the annual celebration lovingly referred to in our household as "Christmas in June."
I did it. The thing I swore I would 'never' do. The purchase I 'swore' I would never make. Yep, I folded. The unthinkable. I did the unthinkable.
There should be a support group for people such as myself.
It's happening. The day I hoped would never come. The transition has begun.
Graduation season is once again here.
My column is a week late.
I'm still recovering from Boston.
And so it goes … another Rodeo Week has been put to rest in the Chapter Book which encompasses my Oakdale life.
Transitioning from my Reporter role at the Oakdale Leader was necessary in my life for a number of reasons. The one most at the core were my children. I knew I needed to work full-time. I knew I needed to stay local, but I desperately needed flexibility.
There are some days I think I'm wiser than others, when it comes to parenting.